Burning the Alpha

I met him on a Tuesday.

It should have been as mundane as all the Tuesdays that came before it, but I knew it would be trouble the moment he locked eyes with me. He burst past his two companions to grab hold of my wrist and growl a single word:

"Mine."

Not being a huge fan of being claimed as property, I heated my wrist up until he yelped in pain and yanked his hand back.

"Oh, that looks painful." I feigned concern. "Come with me to the kitchen, so I can help you sort it out."

I led him to the kitchen, and closed the doors for a bit more privacy before turning to him.

"What are you?" He asked, a mix of what I'm sure was awe and horror in his voice.

"You first." I said, putting my hands on my hips.

"Werewolf." As if he needed to prove it, he held his burnt hand out towards me so I could watch it slowly heal.

"Huh...well...that tracks..."

"And you?" He pressed.

"I can assure you, you've never heard of me." Because neither had I...